I look out of the train, and think about where I am going, normally people are quit happy when they are going somewhere new "Like an a adventure" my mother used to say, but it did not feel like an a adventure, it felt like I was headed to hell
I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country with his heart, and not merely with his lips, follow me. 13 years in service and recently converted to the O club.
((Open rp. Someone be him)) I'm sitting on the edge of this mountain, crying. "I can't do this anymore" I say through my tears. I stand up, and jump off. Just as I jump, someone grabs my hand, not allowing me to fall. I turn to see a guy from my school.